Knowing that Song Xiangran had just entered his freshman year and had already won two scholarships, He Ziqiang suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Although his grades were among the best under his father's strict requirements since he was a child, they were all forced out. Especially after going to college, He Ziqiang's rebellious psychology towards his father became more and more serious, and he couldn't study well, so he skipped class and went out to nightclubs at every turn.

In the past few days in Xiaolin Village, He Ziqiang learned through Song Xiangran that what he had done before was so naïve and not worth mentioning.

Although Song Xiangran's age is a few years younger than He Ziqiang, his mental maturity is obviously much higher. I don't know when He Ziqiang has had a good impression of Song Xiangran, but also has a little more admiration and admiration.

Even if the school finally had a long vacation, Song Xiangran would not only help take care of the tourism industry in Xiaolin Village when he went home, but also still did not forget to study.

Contemporary college students, as far as He Ziqiang has seen, how many of them will go home on vacation and still study?

Out of curiosity, He Ziqiang asked Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran closed the book in his hand and said disapprerovingly: "Learning is not just about reading textbooks, but also about how to behave in the world, is it good?"

"But aren't you just reading now? Isn't reading a book studying?" He Ziqiang pointed to a thick book in Song Xiangran's hand.

Who knew that Song Xiangran spread out the thick book for He Ziqiang to see, it was an ancient wild history.

"What do you think of the wild history?" He Ziqiang felt the corners of his mouth twitch.

"What's wrong with wild history? I want to read any book, the world in the book is huge. Song Xiangran shrugged, then turned to the page just now, and continued to read with relish.

After a few days of getting along, He Ziqiang and Song Xiangran are also familiar, but He Ziqiang's playboy style has no way to disappear so quickly.

Therefore, the more Song Xiangran in front of him reads books seriously and doesn't listen to things outside the window, the more He Ziqiang wants to tease her.

"Oh, yes, you read everything?" He Ziqiang looked at Song Xiangran with a narrow face, and when he saw that Song Xiangran ignored him, he also leaned his face in front of Song Xiangran.

A face suddenly appeared in front of Song Xiangran, and she was startled.

Finally scared Song Xiangran once, He Ziqiang felt very proud, and without waiting for Song Xiangran to react, he stood by alone and laughed.

"Boring. After a few days of getting along, Song Xiangran also understood that although He Ziqiang seemed to be a playboy, he was actually a very principled person.

After a long time, Song Xiangran slowly got used to He Ziqiang's always hippie smile.

Today is the last day of He's enterprise to inspect the farmhouse in Xiaolin Village, and whether he can make up his mind to invest in this project depends on He Ziqiang.

The day he left, it happened to be the day when Song Xiangran went to school.

Because he had to pack his luggage, Song Xiangran didn't go to see off the tourists.

And He Ziqiang didn't find Song Xiangran in the group of people who saw him off, and he was a little disappointed in his heart.

This is the first time in history that He Ziqiang is so desperate to see someone.

"What about Song Xiangran?" He Ziqiang frowned slightly, and displeasure was written on his face.

Huang Baibai was busy chatting with the people of the village committee, where did he know about the existence of Song Xiangran. But the person who asked this was the son of his immediate boss after all, and he couldn't be lazy.

"Young Master Xiao He, I haven't seen Miss Xiao Song either, there may be something. Huang Baibai said with a smile.

But He Ziqiang didn't seem to be in a good mood today, ignored Huang Baibai, and walked in the direction of Song Xiangran's house by himself.

Before he got close to the courtyard of Song Xiangran's house, a military off-road car appeared in He Ziqiang's sight first.

As a man who loves cars, he understands that the appearance of this military off-road car is not simple, and at the same time, He Ziqiang also has a great interest in the owner of this car.

Before he had walked a few steps, He Ziqiang heard a male voice talking to a female voice, and the female voice was obviously Song Xiangran's.

"Have you taken everything?" The male voice speaks slowly, as patiently as a child.

But this voice clearly does not sound like an elderly person. He Ziqiang's curiosity became stronger and stronger, and he quickened his pace and walked forward.

What caught my eye was the tall and straight back of a man, probably because of the hot weather, so he only wore a black vest, even a loose vest could not hide his good figure.

If He Ziqiang is a woman, he will definitely be moved by this man's back, even if the other party is ugly, he can be forgiven.

Thinking of this, He Ziqiang unconsciously became vigilant in his heart, in the face of such a man, would Song Xiangran not be moved?

However, He Ziqiang thought about it again, no matter how he said his face, the man in front of him was tall and relatively strong, and his face would definitely not be easy to see.

Just when He Ziqiang was thinking about himself, Song Xiangran discovered him.

"Hey, He Ziqiang, why are you here?" Song Xiangran was about to open the car door and go in, when he saw He Ziqiang standing not far away, stunned.

The man heard Song Xiangran's voice, and he also followed the voice and turned his head.

When he saw Fang Qingming's face, He Ziqiang was first shocked, it must be a face that has been carefully carved by God, handsome and heroic, with sharp facial features, and a drop of sweat hanging on the perfect jaw corner.

The second reaction, He Ziqiang is jealous and unwilling. How can there be someone who has a good figure and a good face? In the past, He Ziqiang felt that his face was a gift from God, but after seeing Fang Qingming, he felt that he was really not very good.

"I, I'm here to see why you didn't go to the village gate to see you off. He Ziqiang grinned, and returned to his previous appearance.

Song Xiangran smiled slightly apologetically and said, "I'm going back to school today, so I can't go to the village gate to see you off." If you have the chance, come and play next time. "

After casually talking to Song Xiangran, He Ziqiang pretended to be casual and asked, "Yo, who is this next to you?"

"This is the son of my parents' friend, a few years older than me, probably a few years older than you, just call him brother. Song Xiangran didn't have much, and after finishing speaking, he smiled and patted Fang Qingming's arm next door.

Hearing these words in Fang Qingming's ears, it was not good to hear. What does it mean to be a few years older than Song Xiangran, a few years older than that hairy boy? Is he so old?

But at the same time, these words sounded different to He Ziqiang's ears. Since Song Xiangran said that he was several years older, he must be Song Xiangran's eldest brother, so he would not be competitive.

So He Ziqiang's attitude instantly became friendly: "Big brother, hello." "

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